Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.